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Salt
02:59
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Saddled-up, prefab, backstab colored with salt
So gruesome
I knew I felt
A cold wind, up my patterned shirt
Re-socialized conversations hurt
Code word, set phrase, stock word, creative collapse
I knew I felt a burn.
And friendly fire is just as hot as fire
Wet wood, short scope, nice sounds, fickle friends
I felt a stinging pain
I knew their arrow missed their mark
Laugh track, ass crack, sad sack, tickle my toes
Tickle my bones
Sandstone, sticks, stones, blown poem, tear out our hearts
A thoughtless distillation of truth
You say what you wanna say
Canker sore, blast door, have more, my raison d’etre
A little humility
Never hurt the best of us
Laugh track, ass crack, sad sack, tickle my toes
Tickle my bones
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My heart is dark and spherical
My heart is a clam
My blood is clean and syrupy
Couldn't fill a coffee can
My womb is made of paper
My womb is dry
My new face is a buckshot casing
Split to the eye
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Olmsted's Lawn
04:30
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I had heard that you were the truth
Behind thumbs and western lagoons
But you were carved from the same limestone
And you only carry a little more grace
I heard summer rode in a hearse
Collecting sweat in a change purse
Like a sparrow with a fish on its back
Your mythology fades at last
Glistening brow
Chicken tongue
Painted rocks
Melbourne Road
Olmsted’s lawn and the weeping cedar tree
Callous dads and the smell of gasoline
I’d wander all of 38th St
Without ever finding your father’s old keys
After a day of September twinge
I felt my forearms becoming limp
I stopped the car near Eagle Creak’s cross
Having been struck by a memory’s swift loss
Old footprint
Foggy eyes
Honing stone
Subpar self
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A Werewolf
04:02
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Sock Dream
04:12
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I had a dream you complimented my socks
It really meant a lot, so I bought a lot more socks
Now I place my feet in tiny cotton sacks
With the hope that one day I'll hear your effulgent praise
I see my sweat projected in yellow squares
On the computer screen in the airport security line
And the whole terminal knows my secret now
I am a dirty, dirty, smelly man
And I can't escape the notion that my faults are vast
And carry an immeasurable weight on cracking vinyl floors
So I must hide behind stubborn denial of fear
With the hope that one day I'll hear your effulgent praise
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6. |
Lame Party!
02:07
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A horse: it swallowed a man
It gave up the game and it cut to the chase
A man: he barfed on the floor
It came out in streams and it smelled of his dreams.
Fast were the walls
Long was the way
Sour was the milk
Dark was the room
Sweat: it pours out of me
And onto the floor where the dancing should be
Without a porch, you ain't got a house
And if it's empty, you still ain't got a house.
Fast were the walls
Long was the way
Sour was the milk
Dark was the room
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